Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Last night I braved wind and rain to go to the weekly cycle race on the closed circuit at Stourport. It always makes me want to get on a bike again but I gave my hand-built, specially made to fit bike away so I wouldn't be tempted. Riding with my one remaining lumbar disk would not be a good idea. Now I watch others do it. And I attempt to take photos.
As you can see, last night they went too fast. They were there when I aimed the camera. Honest.

Friday, May 23, 2014

It’s that time of year again when the LSO dons his British Cycling
commissaire kit and we go off to cycle races. (Commissaire means referee in
cycling.)

Tuesday nights are spent at Stourport-on-Severn where there is a sports
club complete with circuit for cycling and while the LSO makes sure the riders
are behaving I write down the numbers of those who have been lapped or have
dropped out. I even try to list the first ten over the line at the end.
Thankfully there are always people from the promoting clubs with cameras too.

And speaking of cameras, I must get Simon Whaley’s new book, Photography For Writers (Compass Points)
because, as you can see from the picture I took I do need some advice.

Monday, May 19, 2014

My school diary began when I was nine. It was compulsory, each morning, to write about what we'd been up to. I wasn't always truthful but will tell you about that in future posts. The writing of it was no problem for me. My problem was that we were expected to include a picture. Looking at this ancient book I realise how clever I was at getting around the drawing of pictures problem - mine nearly all involve book jackets or food. My loves now are still reading, writing and eating. And now I open my secret life to you all. Here's a page from this ancient manuscript.

Friday, May 09, 2014

I’ll share most things except my
husband and chocolate and puddings. Today I’m sharing my blog with Sue
Blackburn because she hasn’t got one and she’d like to add something of her own
to the Giggle Blog.

Over to you, Sue.

Definitely losing it! I wear my glasses
around my neck as I got sick of searching for them. They got tangled up. I
couldn't see what on earth had happened and yes - you've got it - I went
searching for my glasses .......oh dear!!

Thursday, May 01, 2014

Last week the LSO and I revisited the
store where we’d bought our kitchen floor covering. We wanted to order flooring
for the bathroom. The assistant phoned to see when the fitter was available to fit
the bathroom floor and the conversation went like this -

‘It’s for Colin.’

‘Colin who?’

‘Colin Green-Vinyl.’

‘Ahh!’

Apparently they all remember us because
we’ve been the only ones brave enough to buy the lime green flooring.

From green to blue. I mentioned my blue
spot in the last post. The complete story goes like this. A friend at Writers’
Holiday told me that, during the night, she’d been abducted by aliens. ‘I’m
sure it was real,’ she said, ‘but it could have been a dream.’

My reply was, ‘It wasn’t a dream. I saw
you up there.’

The following year I showed her my blue
spot and explained how I’d seen a programme about alien abduction and one woman
had a spot like mine which she said was a transmitter that had been fitted so
the aliens knew where she was.

With a completely straight face, she
said, ‘Oh, I had one like that by my ribs but I picked at it and a tiny bit of
metal fell out.’

About Me

Why invisible granddaughter? Because I have not yet met my 18 year old granddaughter. This is not a suitable place to go into details but now she is old enough we are in contact. And this blog is for her so that she can join us in our adventures.
Why Sid? That's the name of the motorhome. It's an Elddis which is Siddle spelled backwards hence Sid for short.
Friends complain that their address books are filled with my addresses. I like moving house. Ten years ago I found the perfect solution for this need to be in new places. The Long Suffering One and I bought a motorhome with some of my winnings from being on Deal Or No Deal. Four years later we sold it but we now have another one and are on the move again. In a house I'll wake each morning and ask the LSO, 'What day is it?' Now I can ask, 'What day is it?' And 'Where are we?'